Hey remember that story we told you about yesterday, about the girl in the U.K. who wanted three stars tattooed on her face, and instead got 56? This is the guy who did it. Explains so much, huh? (He, for the record, says he will pay for half of the stars to be removed.) [Daily Mail U.K.] Keep reading »
With the Mexican military cracking down on drug trafficking, smugglers these days are having to get really creative. Take, for example, a group who stored a ton (literally) of cocaine inside shark carcasses, and when they got caught, tried to pass it off as a conserving agent. Yeah right, the only thing coke conserves is a big, fat hole in your septum. [Reuters]
We’ve always been interested in female drug mules. After the jump, some interesting ways women have found to try to transporting their product. Keep reading »
At a recent Playmate of the Year party, Hugh Hefner fessed up that he can’t actually tell his new twin girlfriends, Kristina and Karissa Shannon, apart. “I have one little trick, one has a little mark,” he said, motioning to his neck. “Other than that, I don’t know.” It sounds like that’s not the only thing Hef didn’t know. Both of these twins also have an arrest record. Oops.
To be honest Hef, we can’t tell them apart either. I never thought I would care, but I kinda miss the old “Girls Next Door” with their adorable quirks and distinct personalities. A friend of mine was at the mansion earlier this month and said Hef looked miserable. Maybe he misses Holly Madison? But then again, Hef didn’t ask our opinion. After the jump, a run-down on Kristina and Karissa. Keep reading »
It’s Wednesday once again. Which means that the tabloids are out, and there are oh so many stories on newsstands about your favorite celebrities that will inevitably blow your mind. Then tomorrow, you will hear that half of said stories are totally made up. Which is really half the appeal of tabloids, isn’t it, the constant push and pull? So you don’t have to actually buy these rags and waste trees, we’ve rounded up the juiciest stories, after the jump. Keep reading »
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair.
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy…was he?
Why can I still recite this nursery rhyme by heart even though I’m 25-years-old now?
Because I have hairy arms and my mom unwittingly drilled the rhyme into my head by teasing me about being her little “fuzzy wuzzy.” Yeah, kids remember what their parents said to them. I’m a testament to that.
But even I thought the Babble.com advice columnists who discouraged a lady against calling her toddler “Chubby Chubs” and “Greedy Guts” were overreacting. Keep reading »
In case Supreme Court nominee Sonia Sotomayor hasn’t been unfairly ridiculed enough, she is now being criticized for her membership in the club Belizean Grove, which she described as a “private organization of female professionals from the profit, nonprofit, and social sectors.”
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It’s beach season again. We’ve already helped you with the lazy girl’s guide to getting a bikini body, but no matter what shape you’re in, no bathing suit will look good if you’ve got a forest growing on your nether regions. A popular solution: the bikini wax, more specifically the Brazilian. Being a mix of Cuban and Italian, I know the importance of the not-so-enjoyable hair removal treatment, but was shocked to learn taking it all off could turn my beach trip into a trip to the hospital. Women who wax down under are susceptible to cellulitis, a potentially life-threatening bacterial infection. Keep reading »
We’re celebrating dads this week in preparation for Father’s Day this Sunday, June 21. What’s the best thing your father ever taught you? Tell us by sending an email to email@example.com or tweeting @thefrisky. Keep reading »
I am always a bit wary of writing about my personal life on the blogosphere. That being said, this is The Frisky and we are all about honesty and openness. Last Friday I took my first crack at publicly exploring a private issue. Not to air my dirty laundry to the world again, but I wrote about a problem I was having with my boyfriend. I was conflicted on many levels, not the least of which was wondering if it was even OK to write about him in the first place. In the end I decided to write the post. I had a lot of legitimate reasons for doing so, but I was also really really furious and didn’t care if he read it or not. Inevitably, he found out. He wasn’t upset with me, but the incident did get me thinking…. Traditional journalists have to protect their sources, but the blogosphere lacks a set of guidelines about what we can and cannot reveal about other people.This is why I feel the need to create The Blogosphere Privacy Bill of Rights. We need this, if only so we don’t scare away all our friends and family. Keep reading »
Weddings are just one opulent aspect of life that has gotten downsized during this recession. In an effort to at least make it look as though they’re not spending loads of dough on their wedding, more brides have been taking a “down home” approach to the ceremony and reception. The New York Times reports that more women are throwing backyard barbecue-like parties with pies instead of tiered wedding cakes, and slider burgers instead of salmon. This is cute and all, but more folksy weddings don’t actually cost less than extravagant ones. But, since we’re not really into excessive displays of wealth, here’s what we’d serve if we threw tradition (and smoked salmon) out the window… Keep reading »